In the resurrection morning, When the Savior comes, ’tis said, Robed in all His white adorning, He will raise the silent dead; With the mighty trumpet sound, Wake the nations from the ground; Lost of ages shall be found In the resurrection morn. Refrain In the resurrection morning, We shall hear the trumpet sound; Christ will come in white adorning, With majestic glory crowned. In the resurrection morning, Time will end forever here, And the records we are making, At the judgment shall appear. All our mortal life below, Must determine where we’ll go, Home above, or down to woe, In the resurrection morn. Refrain In the resurrection morning, All the dead of ages past, Both the righteous and the wicked, Each shall hear the trumpet blast. They shall stand before the Lord, And receive their own reward, Judged by His eternal word, In the resurrection morn. Refrain Then He’ll say unto the righteous, Come, ye blessèd, live for aye In the brightest realms of glory, Where there shines one lasting day. Turning to the lost, He’ll say, There in outer darkness stay, You have trifled time away— Sinner, this is your reward. Refrain